Angel Page #4
- TV-MA
- Year:
- 2005
- 87 min
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Take a banana and an orange. Imma get
'em from you and save 'em for later.
- Hey, Jamie, how you doing?
- Hey.
Oh, Angel, don't forget to come by
my office before you go, okay?
Okay.
See you guys later.
"Hey, Jamie,
how you doing?"
B*tch.
Wouldn't give me a note
to get out of Regent's prep.
Take a apple too.
Right there.
Excuse me.
How do they look?
Good, I guess.
- Hey, Jamie.
- Hey, Leigh Ann, what's up?
I'm gonna be over
at Benita's later.
Hope I see you.
So, I stayed at Nicole's house
last night.
You what?
Hm-mmm.
She's married, though.
So? You sleep
in her bed?
What, are you crazy?
You never know
how the world turns.
You need a place to stay, Angel,
why you didn't come to me?
You know
you could stay with me.
I'm at my cousin's house,
but he's cool, he wouldn't mind.
I thought you were
at your sister's.
No, I'm at my cousin's now.
I got my own room.
Okay.
They got a nice TV?
- What?
- Nicole. They got a big TV?
Not really, just regular.
My cousin got a 50" plasma screen,
stereo sound.
Whatever.
Okay, fine. You don't want to stay
with me, you could just say it.
- Give me your hand.
- What?
Come on! Give me your hand.
Let me read your palm.
We need to see what the future holds
for this poor little lost boy.
Hmm.
I see you have many
choices before you.
There are many different
paths you can walk down.
Yeah, just tell me what's gonna
happen tomorrow, all right?
Okay.
Hmm.
Stop.
What are you doing?
Whatever.
Ain't nobody else
trying to touch you.
Where you going?
Come on.
Let's go downstairs.
You gonna lug that thing
around with you all night?
Feel this.
All muscle.
Humph.
- I feel a little pea.
- F*** you.
Sorry, baby, but...
size matters to this girl.
Who's strong now, huh?
Go ahead,
try and get loose.
What if I don't
want to get loose?
See, you better not
f*** with me.
What are you
talking about?
You're the one
pressing up on me.
Don't f*** with me.
You're an a**hole,
Angel.
What?
F***ing a**hole!
It just sucks to be
in that position.
Oh, well, not in
that position.
- Shut up.
- Look at you.
I don't want to live
with them anymore.
I'm in America now,
not China,
like I'm f***ing dirt.
care about you a lot.
Lisa, look at me. I know this because
they take the time to contact me
and let me know
how things are going.
Now they may be angry with you
now because of what happened.
Maybe that's what
you're feeling.
I want to be
with American family.
White family. Can you talk
to Sue and get me adopted?
The rules are gonna be the same
You're 15 years old.
No parental guardian
is gonna let you stay out all night,
drink and do drugs.
Am I right?
Now listen to me.
Lisa, I need to
say this to you.
I know what you did,
and I don't agree
with it, okay?
But no matter what you think
or how you feel
nothing you can do is going to
make me turn my back on you
and leave you alone
to deal with this.
Are you hearing me?
Lisa, come on.
Fine.
Okay.
Look, we have to stop now,
but I'll give your uncle
another call.
And I'm gonna see you again
here on Friday.
Okay?
- Bye.
- Bye.
Hey, it's me, I'm just
finishing up here.
So, I guess I'll see you
back at the house.
Why don't you call me
when you're almost finished up?
Okay? Bye.
Hey, just the person
I was coming to see.
- I copied that article for you.
- Oh, Marcia, thank you.
Oh, that's great.
Hey, how was the conference?
A snooze.
You didn't miss anything.
Congratulations,
by the way.
I just heard.
- I was gonna tell you.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
- How far along are you?
- Oh my God, 19 weeks I think.
- You feeling good?
- Yeah yeah, I'm okay.
Tired, freaking out
a little.
About the giving birth
part or the fact that
your life is gonna
change forever?
Yeah, exactly.
Plus, my hormones...
Yo, slow down!
- You headed out?
- Oh, I got a kid I gotta find.
Who's taking
your kids?
What do you mean?
Well, have you talked with Maribel
about who's gonna cover for you yet?
God, no, we haven't
discussed it yet.
Guess we'll work it out
closer to the holidays.
Well, when you do,
tell her not to pass
them onto my desk.
I can't keep track
of the kids I got already.
Oh, no, of course.
- I'm outta here.
- Okay.
I'll see you tomorrow.
- I'm flattered.
- I'm flattered too. You don't see me going...
Hey, Jamie.
Have you seen Angel?
Who's Angel?
He left, actually.
Yeah, I think he left.
Well, that's weird.
He was supposed to wait for me.
I can come stay
at your house instead.
Jamie.
Don't worry.
I ain't gonna say nothing.
But you used to
love me too, Ms. Nicole.
What?
You used to give me hugs
and all that good stuff.
Oh, Jamie.
- More.
- Okay.
- More.
- Hey, I gotta go find Angel.
See? I told you
you don't love me no more.
All I'm asking for
is a little hug.
Sometimes a girl needs
a shoulder to cry on.
There is a Manhattan-bound
J-train
approaching Marcy Avenue
one stop away.
Why would you do that?
What are you
talking about?
Angel?
Who's Angel?
Is that your lover?
Very funny.
I'm not my father.
Okay, this is not about that.
This about you making
decisions for our children
that don't involve
their free will.
So?
- So what?
- So who's Angel?
No one. He's this guy we had
fixing the computer.
I thought he might
have been here working.
- They have fun with toilet paper.
- Oh.
Why are you
getting so upset?
You're sounding
like your father.
Hey, look,
I am not prejudiced.
You know what?
You are worse than your father.
And who have you
brought for us today?
This is a very unique
and very precious little...
- Precious is the word. She's beautiful.
- She is.
She's actually your perfect
Christmas card puppy.
But in addition to just
being absolutely adorable
and adoptable and lovable
in every way,
she has the behavior
of a champ.
She's just
a dream come true.
Hey, I'm on my last load.
I'll be out of here soon.
It's fine.
Don't rush.
She and her litter mates
were victims of neglect,
and they were confiscated
by our humane society.
And she and her brothers
and sisters are all available.
You gotta see
what I bought.
You're not supposed
to be drinking.
I just have a glass with dinner,
Heather, relax.
Isn't this the cutest thing
you've ever seen?
That is cute.
Oh, look at this one.
I love this one.
- Look at the bears.
- Look, I'm not even 20 weeks.
You're buying clothes.
What if something happens?
Don't worry. Nothing's gonna happen.
You're so healthy.
Okay, I'm sorry.
I'll take 'em back.
No, stop.
Here, come on, let me see.
Oh, I love this.
This is great.
I know, and look
at these buttons.
Look, why don't you save them,
give them to me at the baby shower?
- Okay, that makes sense.
- Okay?
So have you talked
to Mom?
No. Oh, last week
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